Sorry Caitrin. Not in the mood for Austen tonight. How CAN you read in here?

Mbo, thanks for the Paddy Doyles Boots. LMAO at yer Pawky Duke. Do you have it in Aine's songbook yet? God love ya Scot to the core. Forget the banjo, it's a local joke. Try as I might, it's no use, I can honestly play it better with my feet. Leaves open all sorts of avenues as far as musicianship is concerned. Mandolin, sure. Banjo, forget it.

Susan, Sorry about the blackeyed pea disaster. Were you wearing the penguin suit at the time? Sometimes the lil' buggers get spooked and run. They are hell on skates to chase down...

Speaking of hell on skates, loved the Kung Fu Dave. If there's a dent in the floor to match the one in your skull, I can fix either. Just don't send shite to Garg, he's got enough in his demented little claws already. By the way, Cleigh is okay. I lent him my water wings in case his arse deflates before he reaches shore.

Climbing out of my lazy hammock (sans banjo) at Dave's request...

"Take off yer dungaree jackets/ Laird, give yerselves a rest/ And we'll think on all the Nor'westers/ We had out at ol' Paddy West's" Elle